I shiver at his words, feeling the adrenaline work overtime in my veins. My breathing turns sporadic, everything starts to feel heavy but in a nefarious way and as I turn around to face Trace, he sees it. I know he does. I'm flustered and greedy and I need him to make it go away.
“Turned on now, are we, Reckless?” he breathes, seeing my eyes start to get heavy, my chest rising and falling with anticipation. He stalks toward me and I don't want to run anymore. I want him right here, right now.
I drop to my knees without saying a word and that causes him to lift the mask off his head.
“What are you doing?” he asks, lust and confusion contorting on his face.
“Being reckless, Trace.” I reach out to the zipper of his jeans, tempting his resolve. Wanting to push the limits just a little.
He watches me with precision, his fingers gently brushing over the edge of my jaw. From this angle, he feels like he could wreck me. He's always felt that way but being on my knees for him feels like a statement.I am yours.I'm ready to surrender.For whatever it is that I did that made you hate me, I want to be forgiven.And even though I'm the one bowed down to him, his dark aura settling over me in violent waves of pure desire, I feel like I am the one with the control.
The look in his eyes is revering. Liberating. And I can also feel how hard he is as I slowly slide the zipper down. My heart is racing, my skin ignites with liquid heat, and my breath catches when I get the zipper all the way down.
“Down on your knees for me, Olivia? Are you finally ready to repent for your sins?”
I have to swallow the lump in my throat and disguise my grin, because somehow he read what I was thinking.
"I have a feeling that my sins are not as egregious as you claim they are, pretty boy." I look up at him behind my heavy lids, pulling the top of his pants down his pelvic bone. He doesn’t stop this time, only running his fingers through my hair as he looks down at me with adoration.
The flashing blue and red lights flicker over him and from down here, where the darkness settles against his shadow, it’s frightening. It’s thrilling. It only heightens my need to get his cock free.
"No," I whisper. "This is my act of devotion to you." I let the words fall from me lips, dripping in sin.
“Jesus,” he groans as he throws his head back and pride blooms in my core.
He thinks I want forgiveness, and maybe I do. But more than anything right now, I just fucking want him. I want his eyes, his lips, his touch, his demand, his claim. Nothing feels as right as it does when I'm with Trace. Even after all this time, even with his thirst for pain and his cruel, vindictive ways, it feels right being with him like this. It feels right to surrender. Just how something or someone was calling me to the Pines this weekend, the thread that has kept us together pulls me closer and closer to him. There is no escape, but I don't want to. I've never wanted to.
Whatever happened between us feels too insignificant compared to how it feels right now. He has to fucking see that; I want him to see that. I know I do. I know that right now—looking at the way his eyes storm over me, the way his hand touches me like I belong to him, the way I can feel his body's need to own me—none of it fucking matters. This feels strong. It feels right.
Trace places his hand in my hair while I work the rest of his jeans undone. It’s a fleeting gesture that causes chaos in my chest and madness in my mind. I grow impatient, needing to feel him in my mouth. Needing him to claim me. Needing to claim him. And finally, after pushing is pants down slowly and tugging his briefs to follow, I have him. And my god is he a fucking sight.
He moans when I hold him in my hand and my eyelids get heavier than I thought possible, drowningin lust. And as I grip the base of him, that’s when I see it…
“You’re fucking pierced,” I announce, almost as if it's an obvious statement, because of course he is, and his dark chuckle reaches me in electric waves, creating trembles all over my body.
“Hm,” he hums. “Lucky you.”
Trace looks down at me, a devilish grin curled across his handsome face, and my mouth waters. God it’s too fucking much for me, the way he looks at me. I can feel it in my core. That along with the sheer fucking size of his dick. He fills my hand, thick and so fucking soft. I lean in and press a kiss to his tip causing him to embed his fingers through my hair and he tugs. It stings, but I don’t make a sound. My heartbeat is vibrating through every surface in my body as I look up at him and open my mouth, eager to wrap my lips around him. When I do, Trace loses his mind.
“Oh,fuck, Reckless,” he coos with carnal desire.
His grip in my hair becomes a claim as I pull him into my mouth. I let my tongue glide under the length of him, moaning when I slide against his piercing and he quivers. I do this over and over, loving the way he reacts. Loving the way he fills up my mouth. But then, as I try to take too much of him, he hits the back of my throat, and I accidentally press down with my teeth.
“Ah,shit. Watch it, Olivia,” he hisses. A warning as he stares down at me with his dark hazel eyes. “That feels too fucking good.”
I steady myself by gripping the back of his thighs. I hollow my cheeks and suck him as deep as I can take him, but I’m afraid it’s not nearly enough. He’s too big and I can already start to feel my gag reflex kick in. ButI don’t want to stop so soon. I want to see pleasure rack his body when he realizes that he is as much mine as I am his.
“I need you to do it,” I admit after I slowly pull him out of my mouth, letting my lips drag across every single vein. “You’re too fucking big, Trace. I need you to fuck my mouth.” I'm not even ashamed of my request, too overcome with desire to worry about if I should be embarrassed or not. But the look in his eyes tells me he's proud of me, tells me that he knew all along that I had it in me.
Trace’s breath hitches as he tilts his head at me. “Do you know what you’re asking of me, Olivia?” He untangles his fingers from my hair and presses them gently against my cheek.
I nod my head and open my mouth. A grumble leaves his throat as he bites his lip, sliding his thumb into my mouth and pressing it down on my tongue. “You truly are a reckless girl, aren’t you?”
I close my mouth around his thumb and suck him in, teasing him and he watches me an intensity that makes me so fucking wet. He pulls his thumb out and grabs his cock.
“Open up for me, Livie,” he begs as he swipes the tip of his cock across my lips, his precum coating my mouth.
A menacing look swirls in his eyes, danger drips from his tone. And then he regains his grip in my hair. I reach behind him, pressing my palms to the back of his thighs once more and then I open up.
